Tuesday, January 22, 2013

I Chose the High Road, the One Less Traveled

 All my life, I have battled the unseen demons.  Fought to remain a decent human being.  The final answer to the million dollar question?  I will not go gently into that goodnight.  I will fight for what I believe.  I will stand up for those who cannot raise up.  I will defend those who have lost their fight.  I will pray to the Lord for all.  I will win.  OR, I will die. http://mermaids.in-pics.com/drawnings/img/water-mymph.jpg

Robert Frost (1874–1963).  Mountain Interval.  1920.

1. The Road Not Taken
TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;        5
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,        10
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.        15
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.        20


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